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I had this drawing since I finished the second season of Wednesday but I hadn't finished it (as usual) last night I had an artistic attack and finished it.
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summary．enid finds something surprisingly pleasant to do on an otherwise dreary evening at nevermore.
warnings/themes．fluff, spin the bottle, making out, ooc wednesday,,
words．1.8k
There's absolutely nothing to do on campus.
At least not that interests you, anyway...
Staring at the ceiling, bored and trying to think of something you could do.
Maybe you should try sleeping? No, too early. You're not tired. You're restless. You could do something else. But what? Maybe read a book? You're not in the mood for a book—
“Hey, you two,” Enid chirps from the other side, her gaze darting between you and Wednesday.
Your head lifts, attention turning to your roommate, while Wednesday barely looks up from her desk, the typewriter keys clicking beneath her fingers.
The blonde werewolf has an idea.
Holding a clear bottle, a smirk tugs at her mouth. “How about a game of spin the bottle?”
Wednesday, unsurprisingly, shows no interest, giving a sharp, terse, “No,” followed by her not even pausing her writing.
Though the raven seems uninterested, you perk up at the idea, finding more interest than her. There's nothing else to do. Might as well... “Alright, I'm in,” you announce, sitting up, “but, uh—” You cast a glance at Wednesday. “I don't think we can play with just two people.”
Enid grins wider. Her gaze immediately flicks to Wednesday.
Wednesday feels that look, eyes narrowing. Her jaw tenses. Fingers pausing their rapid typing. “I'm busy.”
Enid pouts, whining out, “Aw, c'mon, just one game. For the fun of it. Then you can go back to your writing. We won't bother you after that.”
She's about to reject her once again when you, clearly in support of Enid, chime in with, “Just one game won't hurt, will it, Wednesday? It'll be fun.”
She turns a sharp glare on you. It falters when she sees you staring at her with pleading eyes. Wednesday huffs, looking quite displeased, then, with a disgruntled sigh, she reluctantly pushes her typewriter aside before standing up, the chair scraping across the ground.
Both you and Enid exchange victorious looks.
You clear the room to make room for the game. Pushing away your desks, chairs, and anything else that may get in the way. Once the floor is clear, you sit, with Wednesday doing the same, though she crosses her legs, looking bored. Enid takes the bottle and sits in front of both of you.
“Alright! The rules are pretty easy. Each of us takes a turn spinning the bottle and whoever the bottle points to when it stops has to kiss the other. It could be on the cheek or on the mouth.” Enid adds quickly, “Just a friendly kiss...” She pauses, gaze drifting to you, and quickly averts elsewhere, “for now, at least.”
For now?
That caught your attention. You frown, squinting your eyes at Enid, only to have her innocently look away, giving the bottle an excited but quick shake, and then set it onto the floor between all three of you.
“Ready? I'll go first since I suggested the game. We'll do it clockwise, so then you'll go after me, then Wednesday. And the game's over once all three of us have spun it once. Does that sound fair?”
She receives a nod from you and another huff from the ravenette.
Enid beams before spinning the bottle, sending it in a whirling spiral across the ground. The bottle goes round...and round... and round...and finally, it comes to a stop...pointing at...
“Aw, Wednesday!”
You grin, glancing between Enid and Wednesday. The former giggles with excitement. The latter just stares down at the pointed neck of the bottle with a blank expression, though you notice a slight twitch in her jaw.
The ravenette seems to sense your excitement. Her eyes flicker over, meeting yours before drifting back to the blonde werewolf. “Do I have to?”
“Rules are rules,” Enid replies.
Wednesday sighs, resigned to the fact that yes, she does have to.
She heaves herself up, crawling over to Enid and giving her a kiss on the cheek. It barely lasts two seconds, you'd think that it never even happened. She sits back just as quickly, straightening her back, looking at you.
“Your turn.”
You look at Enid, seeing the clear disappointment. Was she hoping for something more intimate between them? Like...
Shaking your head quickly, you reach for the bottle in an attempt to clear the sudden thoughts. Grabbing ahold of it, you give it a firm, quick twist.
The bottle sputters and spins around on the floor, slowing...and slowing...and it comes to a stop...pointing at none other than...
Enid.
The blonde's face immediately brightens, the disappointment from earlier forgotten almost instantly.
You glance at Wednesday, expecting her to look disinterested, but instead, you find her already staring at you, and your gaze is drawn to her parted lips, her rigid shoulders, the slight twitch in her fingers—
You push those thoughts away. You're just imagining things.
Wednesday is just in a bad mood because she was forced to play along. She probably still hates it as much as she did at first.
Gulping nervously, you turn to Enid, crawling forward until you're in front of her.
The grin on her face grows bigger. And you're only just noticing the pink flushing her cheeks. You feel your heart quicken a little. Why, you have no idea. Nerves.
Leaning in, you're about to kiss her cheek when suddenly, she grabs your jaw and pulls you in, lips crashing against yours. Your hand instinctively reaches out to brace yourself, only to have your palm land on her thigh.
Enid, clearly not concerned about keeping things PG, eagerly kisses you, and though surprised, you find yourself returning the kiss, warmth searing through your body. You'd think she wanted this all along. She threads her hand through your hair and boldly runs her tongue along your lower lip, but before you get the chance to open your mouth—
A sharp cough snaps you out of the heated kiss. Reminding you that there's another person sitting right behind you.
You quickly pull back from Enid, who looks rather content. She releases her grip, letting your hair slip through her fingers, then sits back, licking her slightly swollen lips. “Okay, Wends, your turn.”
Wednesday doesn't say anything as you sit back to your previous spot, watching while she grabs the bottle and spins it. The three of you watch it twirl and spin across the floor, whirling around and around, until it finally, slowly, comes to a stop...pointing towards...
...
You.
Shit.
Is she going to kiss you the same way Enid did...? No. Probably just a quick kiss on the cheek.
But...what if...
What if—
Wednesday lifts her dark eyes to meet yours, staring you down for a good five seconds, as though contemplating something. She then pushes herself up on her knees, slowly crawling over, stopping just before you, eyes flicking briefly to yours before dropping down to your lips.
“Wednesday...” you murmur, shuddering as her cold fingers grip the back of your neck to pull you closer.
No witty comment or smartass remark leaves her lips. The only sound that comes from her is a low hum, and—
She presses her soft lips against yours, and unlike the kiss with Enid, Wednesday kisses you fiercely, tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth, gently biting to make you gasp into her mouth and slip her tongue inside.
Hands grasping her waist, clutching it tightly, wanting her closer, while hers drift down, coming to rest on your shoulders. Her tongue swipes against your own before wrapping around it, dominating your mouth, and she tilts her head, angling you better.
Wednesday moans quietly as your nails rake across her back, nearly causing her to lean forward. She manages to catch herself, using your shoulders for support, and pulls back, panting. Her gaze falls to your swollen lips, glistening with saliva, the corners rising up slightly in an almost smirk.
You've never seen Wednesday look at you so...predatory. The heat in your face spreads to your stomach at the almost animalistic look in her eyes.
“Oh.”
Remembering the other girl sitting beside you, you turn your head to find Enid, who doesn't look all that happy with being cockblocked.
“That was way more than a simple kiss on the cheek and not fair at all. Not when I only got a quick one. I didn't even get the chance to try and slip my tongue into her mouth. Not fair, not fair at all—”
“Come here, then,” you interrupt, gesturing to the spot next to you.
She immediately perks up, wasting no time in slipping over to sit beside you. Like an overeager puppy. “Really...?” she asks, eyes flitting between you and Wednesday.
You nod.
And that's all it takes for Enid to pounce on you, capturing your lips with her own. She wastes no time pushing her tongue into your mouth, delving in to meet yours instantly. Fuck, she's even more eager than before. Moans slip out between your lips as her tongue explores the warm cavern of your mouth, her hand slowly sliding beneath your shirt.
Enid finally pulls back, panting with her mouth partly open, and before you can even catch your breath, Wednesday hooks her fingers beneath your jaw, roughly turning your head to her, and instantly seals her lips against yours.
She nips and sucks on your bottom lip, tongue slipping in as she takes control, forcing your tongue to move against hers.
The werewolf takes the opportunity to latch onto your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your burning skin. Enid's clearly determined to leave her mark. Mark on your neck and mark on the girl who just kissed you the way she wanted to.
Wednesday doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on keeping your attention. She takes your mouth like she owns it. Lungs burning from the need for air, and yet you can't bring yourself to pull away, grasping her shirt and kissing her back with the same hunger.
Never in a million years did you ever think you would be kissed and claimed by both girls at the same time. One pair of sharp canines grazing and nibbling on your neck; the other set of cold, firm, and demanding lips devouring yours with an overwhelming thirst. Fingers in your hair, on your neck, on your shoulders, your waist, your thi—
THUD.
The sudden sound forces everyone to freeze. Both sets of lips reluctantly leave your skin. All three of you turn to look at the cause of the noise and find...a book.
...and a very disgruntled-looking Thing.
That damned hand.
Wednesday abruptly stands up, brushing herself off as if nothing ever happened. “This game is over,” she says, ignoring Thing. “I shall return to my writing.”
“Y-yeah, uh, me too,” Enid quickly chimes in, pushing herself up. “I'm going to get back to my project.”
Damn.
That leaves you staring after them as they make their escape. Leaving you sitting there, confused and dazed, until your thoughts snap back to the actual cause of the interruption.
Thing.
The severed hand then has the audacity to raise its middle finger at you.
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